This pen stifles my thoughts
Are you conscious or not
My media is files with bots and thots
I wanna scream but what would it mean to a world full of desensitized hope feinds?
Life on a screen doesn’t help me believe that I’ll ever be more than a prophet with a lein on my soul. We will never ascend this hole of all we do is dig dig dig
I feel like…
I feel like I wanna
—dig my head outta the sand!!!
the most intimate moment
Like a forgotten moment on the ceiling of the Sistine chapel
The moment we emancipated ourselves from the entanglement we possess God still lived in us we were renounced our power in an attempt to experience life on our own.
It’s in our dreams our thoughts every molecule of who we are. It’s the reason we ask “why?”
the question is the answer!
That moment we accepted the apple
Bite or not
Now it’s Bytes
We’re not going anywhere
Unless we regaint sight
we’re frozen in fright. over what offense? we pray pennants —repetition each day at first light.
overachievers? REPEAT, under luminous Luna.
“As I lay me down to sleep”
I lay Me down to sleep…
the same in You.
There also Exists throughout the Space between Us
The name of the Source?
Different than mine?
I see You and I love You.
All of You, because —that’s the frequency we need.
Tune in or tune out
You feel the wave.
It’s connection we crave instead of cellular or WiFi.
It’s in ya CELLS, you’ll learn.
“You feel me?”
now just a token, really —a trifle.
Validation is the trade
Willing to be made by so many these days
What’s valid is love
that tribe from above
But as above so below
So don’t forget to respect the flow.
The ride is as long as you want it to be
We will never answer “yes” when you ask “are we there yet?”
Our moment of arrival is an earthly myth
For those to rise out of this primordial mist have gained a much greater gift.
Separation from the chrysalis that holds us in